Arriving into Ushuaia at the southern tip of the world | My Family Travels
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After a journey of nearly three years from the northern tip of Alaska to the southern tip of Argentina we were ready for our very last day on the road. It started out like any other day. We had camped in a forest of partially rotten trees behind an abandoned logging camp. The trees were covered with craggy strands of greenish moss reminding me of an old man’s whiskers. The ground was covered in very thick moss.

Dad had gotten a fire going before I woke up and I got out of my tent into the freezing morning air of Argentina. Clouds covering the whole sky didn’t help with the cold either. I walked over to the fire to warm up and saw Daryl (my very annoying little brother) already there. Mom made a small breakfast and helped Dad pack the sleeping bags, tents and the rest of the gear.

When it was time to leave we put the fire out and got on our bikes and started riding. Dad and Daryl shared a tandem and Mom and I each had our own single bike.

We rode for a while until the sun came out. It was amazingly beautiful. We were going up a hill with a good view of a lake and the sun sparked off of the lake and illuminated all the trees. We got to an overlook on the top of the hill where Roberto and Mabel, the couple we were going to be staying with, were waiting for us in a car. They were going to ride the rest of the way with us.

We stopped to take a break, talk, and take pictures of the morning. After a little while we saw another bicyclist coming up the hill. He stopped to talk to us. His name was Matt and Mom knew him through his mom; she had taken us out to breakfast in Mexico City.

Eventually we started down the other side of the hill as a group of seven. While we were going down to Ushuaia the clouds overtook the sun and plunged the countryside back into shade.  We entered a valley with green trees and snow-capped jagged mountains surrounding us. Clouds hung low in the sky, obscuring the tops of the peaks.

We kept going and came around a corner and saw a huge sign saying USHUAIA. I pedaled past it first and waited for Mom and Dad. When they came I shouted, “I made it through first! Ha, ha!”  I had been on the road for a long time and the whole time I said, “We are going to Ushuaia.” It felt fantastic to finally be there.  

Matt left us there and we pedaled on to go to the famous “End of the World” sign with Roberto and Mabel. When we got there Daryl jumped off the back of the tandem and ran ahead and touched the sign first. He didn’t have to push a bike. I got to it next.

Roberto and Mabel took videos and pictures while we threw our helmets up in the air and shouted, “We made it!” After that they brought us to their house and we stayed there.
 

That actually isn’t the most southern End of the World sign. We went to the real sign a couple of days later as a day ride. It was only about 22 kilometers so it wasn’t very hard. When I saw the sign I was thinking, “This is the end, no more riding for a long time.”

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